Mr. Teacher

“Ouch!” I kicked my feet and felt my panties slide further down my legs.

“What was it you said earlier? You were sure that you deserved a lot more than you got?” His question was followed by several hard smacks.

“Yeah…” I nodded and whimpered slightly.

“Still feel that way?” His hand came crashing down several more times.

“I know this is what I deserve.” I wrapped my fists around the loose fabric on his pants. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

“Yes, you have.” His words had a bite to them and he started spanking me harder.

Even with the sting persistent with every smack that landed, I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel the same excitement rising up inside me that I felt the previous night and he hadn’t even touched me like he had then. It seemed that I didn’t want to play games anymore, either. I needed the spanking I was getting. I had done a lot to be a better person after I got to college, but I never truly paid for the terrible things I did in high school.

“Ow!” I squealed when a particularly painful smack landed in the center of my bottom.

“Not so much fun to be a troublemaker now, is it?” He gave me a quick series of smacks as he spoke.

“No!” I shook my head and grimaced.

My ass started to burn as the spanking continued. I felt an emotional release that I hadn’t felt in years, like all of the things I had done were finally being washed away. It was liberating, even if it hurt—a lot. I squirmed and squealed underneath each punishing smack, feeling tears welling up in the corner of my eyes when emotions mixed with the agony of my comeuppance. There was no longer any doubt about his intentions. He definitely intended to give me what I had been asking for, even if I didn’t realize exactly what that meant when I admitted I needed to pay for my transgressions.

“Ow! I’m sorry!” I threw my head back and kicked my feet.

“Some actual remorse, huh?” He kept spanking me as he spoke.

“Yes, I’m really sorry!” My eyes could no longer hold the tears back and they started to stream down my face.

“I guess you’ve learned your lesson, then.” He gave me a few more hard smacks, but then his hand came to a rest on my ass.

Gavin took me in his arms and held me against his chest. I had never felt so safe and protected. An immense relief washed over me. I belonged in his arms and there was nowhere else I wanted to be. As the sting began to wear off, I realized exactly how wet I was. The punishment had turned me on more than I had been turned on the night before and I became aware of how much I needed to feel his touch. I started kissing his neck, moving up to his ear, and my fingers quickly started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

“I guess you need something else now.” He let out a gasp. “Something to take your mind off the spanking?”

“Yes!” I exhaled sharply. “I want you so bad.”

He turned me towards the arm of the couch and pushed me across it with my ass in the air. He squeezed my punished flesh and I felt a twinge of the searing pain for a second, but then I felt his tongue. He licked the entrance of my pussy and slowly worked down to my clitoris. His tongue moved quickly. There was no teasing. He kept his tongue directly on my clitoris and I gripped the arm of the couch. I felt the pressure building up faster than ever before. My hips started to move in unison with his tongue and I felt an orgasm coming.

“You’re gonna make me cum already!” I bit down on my bottom lip and my eyes squeezed shut. “Oh god!”

The pressure roared and then I felt my muscles constricting. My pussy spasmed and I started to see a kaleidoscope of colors on the back of my eyelids. My mouth opened wide and I gasped, almost asphyxiating myself on my own breath before I could draw oxygen into my lungs. I started pulling in air as quickly as I could, forcing myself to breathe so I wouldn’t pass out. The orgasm lasted longer than any of the ones I had the previous night and when it was over, I felt like Jell-O on the arm of the couch.

“If I can cum like that every time you spank me, you can do it as often as you like.” I sighed and felt my breathing returning to normal.

“I’ll do it as often as you deserve it.” I could hear movement that sounded like he was removing his shirt as he spoke and then I heard his zipper. “Now I’m going to get what I deserve.”

“Take whatever you want….” I closed my eyes and used as much strength as I could muster to lift my ass towards him.

Chapter 8: Gavin

Charlotte’s virgin asshole was certainly enticing, but her pussy was on fire and so wet that I couldn’t resist it. I stripped off my clothes and positioned myself behind her. There was resistance when I started to penetrate her pussy due to her tightness, but I didn’t hold back the way I had the night before. My cock was throbbing with anticipation and needed a release in the worst kind of way. I buried myself until I felt her wetness on my balls and then started to thrust as hard as I could.

“That feels so good!” She gasped and started to moan. “It’s even better than your tongue and I already orgasmed once.”

Seeing Charlotte in her cheerleader outfit had caused my inner Dom to take hold of me. I had been so careful with her the previous day and when we were at school that it never really took complete control. When she walked in looking like every bit of the disobedient brat I remembered, there was no way to keep it simmering below the surface. I had to punish her. She was practically begging for it. Seeing the way she reacted confirmed that she needed the punishment. I was fairly convinced I had only scraped the surface of her submissive nature, even though I turned her ass a bright shade of red and brought tears to her eyes.

“This is my pussy now.” I squeezed her hips and continued to drive my cock inside her. “I’m going to be the only man that ever touches you.”

“Yes!” She nodded quickly and threw her head.